A Christmas eve memory from 1985. I was in Frankfurt, Germany….freezing my backside off in the middle of the night….pulling guard duty outside the heavily restricted entrance to the Frankfurt PX (which had been car-bombed the month previously). An old, somewhat junky BMW sputters up…and stops….full of a very jovial (and I’d imagine a wee…
If you ever had the chance to meet my dad, it is unlikely that you would have forgotten him. For those who knew him and loved him, don’t be sad that he is gone. Be happy that you knew him. What an amazing life. From plowing fields behind horses and delivering milk in wagons, the…
I have this huge purple notebook that I used for journaling, and general note-taking while I was in residential treatment for PTSD. I also had smaller notebooks, one for each specific class. I was leafing through my purple one this morning, and found not only notes and journals, but also some “writings” interspersed among it’s…
A few months ago, while dinking around on Facebook, I came across a question. Readers were asked to name their favorite sound. A single sound. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pick just one. So, off I went on a fun little project for myself, making a list of favorite sounds. Here’s what I came…
The first time I ever flew on an airplane, I was 6 years old. I flew British Airways from NYC to London and Lufthansa from London to Stuttgart. For many years my mother went to Germany for about 6 weeks, every year, to see Oma and Opa, and she always took one of us kids…
When I was a kid, our parents used to vacation in Upper Michigan every August. We would go camping, fishing, hunt for agates on the beach (Lake Superior) and visit places like Copper Harbor (and the copper mines), Tahquamenon Falls, Whitefish Bay (the Edmund Fitzgerald sank roughly 17 miles from here), the locks at Sault…
My mom passed away in October 2007, the day of her funeral left us unexpectedly blessed.